Cogsworth: When the Master finds out you have disobeyed his orders, he will blame *me*!
Lumière: Yes, I will make sure of it, But don't you see, this is the girl we have been waiting for! This is the one who will break the spell!
Cogsworth: You know she will never love him.
Lumière: A broken clock is right two times a day, mon ami. But this is not one of those times.
Belle: [finds the Beast reading in the garden] What are you reading?
Beast: [quickly closes the book] Nothing.
Belle: "Guinevere and Lancelot."
Beast: [correcting her] Well, actually..."King Arthur and the Round Table." Knights, and men, and swords and things...
Belle: Still... It's a romance.
LeFou: [singing] No one's slick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston / No one's neck is incredibly thick as Gaston / For there's no man in town half as manly / Perfect, a pure paragon / You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley / And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on! / Who plays darts like Gaston? Who breaks hearts like Gaston? / Who's much more than the sum of his parts like Gaston?
Gaston: [singing] As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!
LeFou: [singing] My, what a guy, that Gaston!
Beast: [to Belle, opening the enchanted book] A little gift from the Enchantress. A book that truly allows you to escape.
[blows the dust off it and places it on the stand]
Belle: [fascinated] How amazing!
Beast: [sadly] It was her cruelest trick of all. It was just another curse. Perhaps our world has no place for a creature like me. But it can for you.
[He offers Belle his hand. Belle takes it and he places her hand on the book]
Beast: Think of the one place that you've always wanted to see. Now find it in your mind's eye and feel it in your heart.
Lumière: [to Belle, releasing her from her cell] Forgive my intrusion, mademoiselle. But I have come to escort you to your room.
Belle: [picks up a stool to use as a weapon, suspiciously] My room? But I thought...
Lumière: Oh, what?
[imitates the Beast]
Lumière: 'That once this door closes, it will not open again!'
Lumière: I know! He gets so dramatic.
[Belle finally exits her cell and sees Lumiere for the first time]
[a frightened Belle gasps and Lumiere falls. Belle hits him with her stool and shrieks]
Lumière: [recovers and relights his flames] Oh, you are very strong! This is a great quality!
Belle: [still frightened] What are you?
Lumière: I am Lumiere!
Belle: [confused] And... you can talk?
Cogsworth: [appears] Well, of course he can *talk*! It's all he ever does!
Cogsworth: Now Lumiere, as head of the household, I demand that you put her back in her cell at once!
Lumière: [whispers] What do you want to be for the rest of your life, Cogsworth? A man or a mantle clock?
Lumière: [to Belle] Ready, miss?
Lumière: [to Cogsworth] Trust me.
LeFou: [singing] And his name's G-A-S-T... I believe there's another T... It just occurred to me that I'm illiterate and I've never actually had to spell it out loud before...
Belle: [singing] I want adventure in the great wide somewhere, I want it more than I can tell... And for once it might be grand to have someone understand, I want so much more than they've got planned!
[Beast frees Belle]
Beast: [sings] I was the one who had it all, I was the master of my fate / I never needed anybody in my life, I learned the truth too late / I'll never shake away the pain, I close my eyes but she's still there / I let her steal into my melancholy heart, it's more than I can bear / Now I know she'll never leave me, even as she runs away / She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me, come what may / Wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door / I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in and be with me for evermore... / I rage against the trials of love, I curse the fading of the light / Though she's already flown so far beyond my reach, she's never out of sight / Now I know she'll never leave me, even as she fades from view / She will still inspire me, be a part of everything I do / Wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door / I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in, and as the long long nights begin, I'll think of all that might have been / Waiting here for evermore...
Lumière: Sacre bleu! Invaders!
Gaston: [horseback riding with LeFou; uses the telescope to see Belle] Look at her, LeFou. My future wife. Belle is the most beautiful girl in the village. That makes her the best.
LeFou: But she's so... well-read! And you're so... athletically inclined.
Gaston: I know. Belle can be as argumentative as she is beautiful.
LeFou: Exactly! Who needs her when you've got us?
Gaston: Yes. But ever since the war I've felt like I've been missing something. And she's the only girl that gives me that sense of...
LeFou: Hmm... je ne sais quoi?
Gaston: I don't know what that means.
Mrs. Potts: [to Belle] The master's *not* as terrible as he appears!
Mrs. Potts: [hanging from a chandelier] How do you like your tea? Hot enough or *boiling*?
[sees her husband]
Mrs. Potts: [shocked] Mr. Potts!
[loses her grip, and falls, screaming]
[LeFou catches her]
Mrs. Potts: Thank you!
[LeFou nods "You're welcome". He spots the villagers about to attack them and dodges them. Mrs. Potts boils one villager up with tea]
LeFou: Take that!
[LeFou punches the other villager and turns to Mrs. Potts]
Mrs. Potts: Nicely handled!
LeFou: Well, I used to be on Gaston's side. but we are so in a bad place right now...
Mrs. Potts: You're too good for him anyway.
Mrs. Potts: Should we get back to it, then?
[LeFou nods enthusiastically and runs off with her to join the servants in driving off the villagers]
Belle: [to the Beast, after he's wounded during the wolf fight] You have to help me. You have to stand.
Gaston: [to his reflection] You are the wildest, most gorgeous thing I've ever seen! Nobody deserves you...
[Gaston, LeFou and the mob are in the castle. LeFou notices Mrs. Potts and Chip sleeping]
LeFou: [to Chip] Well, hello there... You must be the talking teacup.
[to Mrs. Potts]
LeFou: And you must be his grandmother.
Mrs. Potts: [awakes, gasps] Grandmother?
[to the servants]
Mrs. Potts: Attack!
[They attack the mob at the castle]
Maurice: [singing in his workshop] How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die? / It is love we must hold on to, never easy, but we try / Sometimes our happiness is captured, somehow a time and place stand still, / Love lives on inside our hearts, and always will
Beast: [to the magic mirror] Show me the girl...
Belle: [to Lumiere] What happens when the last petal falls?
Lumière: The master remains a beast forever and we become...
Mrs. Potts: [sadly] Antiques!
Plumette: Lightly-used housewares.
Cogsworth: Rubbish. We become rubbish.
Belle: I want to help you. There must be some way to break the curse.
Cogsworth: Well, there is one.
[Lumiere hits him]
Mrs. Potts: It's not for you to worry about, lamb. We've made our bed, and we must lie in it.
Chip: [to Belle, giggles] Pleased to meet you! Wanna see me do a trick?
[blows a bubble]
Belle: [sees the Beast's silhouette in an upper part of the tower] Who's there? Who are you?
Beast: [angrily] Who are *you*?
Belle: I've come for my father!
Beast: Your father... is a thief!
Beast: He stole a rose.
Belle: I asked for the rose. Punish ME, not him.
Maurice: No, he means forever. Apparently, that's what happens around here when you pick a flower!
Belle: [to the Beast] A life sentence for a rose?
Beast: [leaps down to her section of the tower, but remains hidden in the shadows] I received eternal damnation for one. I'm merely locking him away. Now, do you still wish to take your father's place?
Belle: Come into the light.
[the Beast doesn't move. Belle grabs Lumiere and holds him up to his face. Seeing the Beast's intimidating appearance, she gasps in fear]
Beast: [irked] Choose.
Père Robert: Ahh, if isn't the only bookworm in town! So, where did you run off to this week?
Belle: Two cities in northern Italy. I didn't want to come back. Have you got any other places to go?
Père Robert: I'm afraid not. But you may re-read any of the old ones that you'd like.
Belle: Your library makes our small corner of the world feel big.
Père Robert: Bon Voyage.
Agathe: Once upon a time, in the hidden heart of France, a handsome young prince lived in a beautiful castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was selfish and unkind.
Cogsworth: Master, it's time.
Agathe: He taxed the village to fill his castle with the most beautiful objects, and his parties with the most beautiful people.
Gaston: I am done playing this game of yours. Where is Belle?
Maurice: The Beast took her and she...
Gaston: There are no such things as beasts, or talking teacups, or magic! But there are wolves, frostbite, and starvation!
LeFou: [stands up] Deep breaths, Gaston. Deep breaths.
[Gaston breathes deeply, then turns to Maurice]
Gaston: So, why don't we just turn around, go back to Villeneuve? I'm sure Belle is at home, cooking up a lovely dinner.
Maurice: If you think I've made all this up, then why did you offer to help?
Gaston: Because I want to marry your daughter!... Now, let's go home.
Maurice: Belle is not at home! She is with the...
Gaston: [grabs Maurice] You say beast one more time, I WILL FEED YOU TO THE WOLVES!
LeFou: [tries to stops him] Gaston! Stop it. Breathe, think of happy thoughts, go back to the war, bloods, explosions, countless widows.
LeFou: Yes, yes. That's it...
[Gaston calms down. LeFou taps his nose]
LeFou: That's it.
[Gaston turns to Maurice, smiling. Maurice recoils]
Gaston: Maurice! Please forgive me, old bean. That's no way to talk to my future father-in-law, now is it?
Maurice: Future father-in-law?
Maurice: You will *never* marry my *daughter*.
LeFou: [Beat. Then Gaston furiously punches Maurice in the face, knocking him out] I saw that coming.
Belle: [hears the servants laughing in the castle] They know how to have a good time.
Beast: [rolls his eyes] Yes, but when I enter the room, the laughter dies.
Belle: Me too.
[the Beast looks at her in surprise]
Belle: The villagers say that I'm a funny girl. But I'm not sure they mean it as a compliment.
Beast: I'm sorry. Your village sounds terrible.
Belle: [sighs] Almost as lonely as your castle.
Beast: [inspired] What do you say we run away?
Belle: [singing] New and a bit alarming / Who'd have ever thought this could be? True that he's no Prince Charming / but there's something in him that I simply didn't see.
Belle: [singing] There goes the baker with his tray like always, the same old bread and rolls to sell! Every morning just the same, since the morning that we came... to this poor provincial town.
Jean the Potter: Good morning, Belle!
Belle: Morning, Monseiur Jean. Have you lost something again?
Jean the Potter: Well, I believe I have. Problem is, I can't remember what.
Jean the Potter: Oh, well. I'm sure it'll come to me. Where are you off to?
Belle: To return this book to Pere Robert... It's about two lovers in fair Verona.
Jean the Potter: Sounds boring.
Gaston: Picture it, LeFou. Rustic cabin, my latest kill roasting on the fire. Adorable children running around just as my love rubs my tired feet. And what does Belle say? 'I will never marry you, Gaston.'
LeFou: You know, there are other girls.
[the Bimbettes sighs]
Gaston: A great hunter doesn't waste his time with rabbits.
Beast: [roaring in pain as Belle cleans his wounds] *Ow*! That hurts.
Belle: If you held still, it wouldn't hurt as much.
Beast: If you hadn't run away, none of this would have happened.
Belle: Well, if you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!
Beast: Well, you shouldn't have been in the West Wing!
Belle: Well, you should learn to control your temper!
[the Beast turns away, too tired to argue. Belle finishes cleaning his wounds; he doesn't protest this time]
Belle: Try to get some rest.
Young Prince: Days in the sun, where my life has barely begun, not until my whole life is done / Will I ever leave you?
Gaston: Good morning, Belle! Well, wonderful book you have there?
Belle: Have you read it?
Gaston: Well, not that one. But, you know books.
[laughs and shows her flowers]
Gaston: For your dinner table. Shall I join you this evening?
Belle: Sorry, not this evening.
[Belle walks away for him]
[the castle staff turn into regular objects]
Lumière: [holds her in his arms] Plumette? Plumette! Oh, my darling, Plumette. Oh, no.
Madame Garderobe: Maestro, you were so brave. Goodbye, mi amor.
Maestro Cadenza: Amore. No! Don't leave me.
[Froufrou falls down]
Mrs. Potts: Chip! Chip! Have you seen Chip? He ran off. Where is my little boy?
Cogsworth: Lumiere, I... I can't... speak...!
Lumière: [sadly] It's alright, Cogsworth.
Cogsworth: I can't... Lumiere... my friend... it was an honor to serve... with you.
Lumière: The honor... was mine.
Madame Garderobe: [at the Prince's ball] Oh, how divine! Glamour, music, and magic combine! See the maidens so anxious to shine / Look for a sign that enhances chances / She'll be his special one / What a display! What a breathtaking, thrilling array! Every prince, every dog has his day / Let us sing with passion, gusto, fit to bust / Oh, not a care in the world!
Chip: [to Belle] Wanna see me do a trick?
[blows a bubble]
Belle: [to Maurice] I will escape, I promise!
Belle: [to the servants, about the Beast] Why do you care about him so much?
Mrs. Potts: We've looked after him all his life.
Belle: But he's cursed you somehow. Why? You did nothing.
Mrs. Potts: [ashamed] You're quite right there, dear. You see, when the master lost his mother and his cruel father took that sweet, innocent lad and twisted him up to be just like him, we did nothing.
Belle: [reciting lines from "A Midsummer Night's Dream" as the Beast rests] "Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind..."
Beast: [recites the rest of the line with her] "... and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind."
Belle: [surprised] You know Shakespeare.
Beast: [rolls over] I had an expensive education.
Belle: Actually, Romeo and Juliet's my favorite play.
Beast: [groans exasperatedly] Ugh, why is that not a surprise?
Belle: [taken aback] I'm sorry?
Beast: Well, all that heartache, and pining, and...
[shudders and sticks out his tongue]
Beast: So many better things to read.
Belle: [shocked] Like what?
[Cut to the Beast leading Belle into the castle library]
Beast: Well, there are a couple of things in here you could start with...
Lumière: [tries food] I have no taste buds, but I can tell this is exquisite!
Gaston: It's hero time!
Belle: How in the midst of all this sorrow can so much hope and love endure? / I was innocent and certain, Now I'm wiser but unsure...
Beast: [to Belle, gruffly] You'll join me for dinner. That's not a request.
Mrs. Potts: Gently, Master. The girl lost her father *and* her freedom in one day.
Lumière: Yes, the poor thing is probably in there scared to death.
Belle: [Unbeknownst to them, Belle has turned her pink gown into a rope so she can escape. The Beast knocks on her bedroom door again, softly this time; nervously] Just a minute.
Lumière: You see? There she is. Now remember: Be gentle.
Mrs. Potts: Kind.
Plumette: Mmm, charming.
Lumière: And when she opens the door, give her a dashing, debonaire smile! Come, come, show me the smile!
Cogsworth: [the Beast gives a wide smile, showing his monstrous teeth. The servants react in fright] Oh, dear!
Plumette: Oh, no!
Beast: [his smile vanishes; graciously] Will you join me for dinner?
[He turns away and shakes his head at the servants as if to say, "This'll never work"]
Belle: You've taken me as your prisoner, and now you want to have dinner with me? Are you insane?
Plumette: [the Beast becomes visibly enraged; the servants back away in fear] Uh-oh! He's losing it!
Cogsworth: Oh, dear!
Beast: [pounds on Belle's door, yelling] I told you to join me for dinner!
Belle: And I told you no!
Madame Garderobe: [awakens startled] Oh, what time is it? What's happening?
Belle: I'd *starve* before I ever ate with you!
Beast: [roaring] Well, be my guest! Go ahead and starve!
Beast: If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat *at all*!
[the Beast enters the dining room and sees a dinner plate on his side. He sits down and sees another plate set up across from him. He pushes away the plate in a fit of rage]
Beast: [roars] *Lumiere*!
[Lumière and Cogsworth get startled]
Lumière: [turns to Cogsworth] Be calm. Let me do the talking.
[the Beast bursts through the door]
Beast: You're making her dinner?
Lumière: We thought you might appreciate the company.
Cogsworth: Master, I just want to assure you that I had no part of this hopeless plan. Preparing her dinner, designing a gown for her, giving her a suite in the East Wing...
Beast: You gave her a bedroom?
Cogsworth: No, no, no! He gave her the bedroom.
Lumière: Well, this is true. But, if this girl is the one who can break the spell, then maybe you can start by using dinner to charm her.
[turns to Cogsworth, bonks]
Lumière: Good thinking, Cogsworth.
Beast: That's the most ridiculous idea, I've ever heard. Charm the prisoner.
Lumière: But you must try, master. With every passing day, we become less human.
Beast: She's the *daughter* of a common thief. What kind of person do you think that makes her?
Mrs. Potts: Oh, you can't judge people by who their father is, now can you?
[the Beast sighs]
[LeFou encounters a living toilet]
LeFou: Oh, shi...
Plumette: Enchantée, mademoiselle.
[She begins to dust the East Wing room]
Plumette: Don't worry. I'll have this place spotless in no time.
[She flies over to Lumiere]
Plumette: [to Lumiere] This plan of yours is dangerous.
Lumière: I would risk anything to kiss you again, Plumette.
Plumette: No, my love. I've been burned by you before. We must be strong.
Lumière: How can I be strong when you make me so weak?
Madame Garderobe: [meeting Belle] Pretty eyes, proud face, perfect canvas! Yes! I will find you something worthy of a princess!
Belle: [awkwardly] Oh, I'm not a princess...
Madame Garderobe: Nonsense! Now let's see what I've got in my drawers!
[She opens one of her drawers and moths fly out]
Madame Garderobe: Oh, how embarrassing!
Gaston: There are no such things as beasts, or talking teacups... or magic! But there are wolves and frostbite and starvation.
Mrs. Potts: [to Belle] How lovely to make your acquaintance!
Belle: [looking for Maurice in the Beast's castle] Papa?
Gaston: I'm coming for you, Beast!
Castle Staff: Days in the sun / will return / We must believe as lovers do / that days in the sun / will come shining through...
Belle: [sees Gaston fighting the Beast] Gaston! *No*!
Belle: [singing] "This is the Paris of my childhood/These were the borders of my life/In this crumbling, dusty attic/Where an artist loved his wife/Easy to remember/Harder to move on/Knowing the Paris of my childhood/Is gone"
[she sits on the bed as the Beast walks around to the other side of the room]
Beast: What happened to your mother?
Belle: It was the one story Papa could never bring himself to tell me. I knew better than to ask.
Beast: [he looks to the chair and gasps softly] A doctor's mask...
[flashback to a plague doctor closing his medicine case. Belle's mother lays sick on the bed behind him]
Plague Doctor: We have to leave. Now.
Belle's Mother: [to Young Maurice] Go, before it takes her too.
[he picks up a crying infant Belle as her mother kisses the rose he left behind. Back to present, Belle clutching her crib]
Beast: I'm sorry I ever called your father a thief.
Belle: [whispers] Let's go home.
Lumiere: Maestro, your wife is upstairs, finding it harder and harder to stay awake! She's counting on you to help us break this curse!
Maestro Cadenza: Then I shall play through the dental pain!
Cogsworth: Maestro, play quietly, please.
Maestro Cadenza: Oh, quiet, sotta voce.
Maestro Cadenza: Of course. Are there any other tasteless demands you would like to make on my artistry?
Cogsworth: No, that's it.
Maestro Cadenza: Will I tremble again / to my dear one's gorgeous refrain?
Mrs. Potts: Oh, those days in the sun, what I'd give to relive just one, undo what's done / And bring back the light...
[Clothilde tries to kill Lumiere, Cogsworth shoots her]
Cogsworth: [sees who it is] Oh, it can't be...
Cogsworth: Well, Master, I have had my doubts, but everything is moving like clockwork. True love really does win the day!
Beast: I let her go.
Cogsworth: [shocked] You what?
Lumière: Master, how could you do that?
Beast: I had to.
Cogsworth: But why?
Mrs. Potts: Because he loves her.
Lumière: Then why are we not human?
Cogsworth: Because she doesn't love her. And now, it's too late.
Plumette: [hopefully] But she might come back.
Beast: No. I set her free. I'm sorry I couldn't do the same for all of you. Now, go. Our time is almost past.
Maurice: [Belle hands Rose rattle to Maurice] Where did you...?
Belle: He took me there.
Belle: I know what happened to mama.
Maurice: Then you know why I had to leave her there. I had to protect you. I-I've always tried to protect my little girl. Probably too much.
Belle: I understand.
[kisses his hand]
Belle: Will you help me now?
Maurice: It's dangerous.
Belle: Yes. Yes it is.
Maurice: [to Belle] This is a small village, you know. Small minded as well. But small also means safe. Even back in Paris, I knew a girl like you who was so... ahead of her time. So different. People mocked her. Until the day they all found themselves imitating her.
Agathe: [narrates] Then one night, an unexpected intruder arrived at the castle, seeking shelter from the bitter storm. As a gift, she offered the prince a single rose.
[Beggar woman offers the rose to the prince. He laughs and so does the rest of the party]
Agathe: Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince turned the woman away.
[the Prince grabs the rose and shortly afterwards, he throws it to the ground]
Agathe: But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.
[Beggar woman looks deeply towards the Prince]
Agathe: When he dismissed her again, the old woman's outward appearance melted away...
[Beggar woman turns into Agathe as she picks up the rose]
Agathe: to reveal a most beautiful enchantress.
[Everyone backed up in terror. The Prince bent down on his knees for forgiveness. The people at the party were screaming and running away. Chip runs into the ballroom]
Agathe: The prince begged her for forgiveness. But it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart.
Mrs. Potts: Chip! Chip!
Agathe: As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.
[the servants were standing there in the ballroom watching the prince turn into a beast. The Beast slashed the portrait of the prince with his claws]
Agathe: As days bled into years, the prince and his servants were forgotten by the world, for the enchantress had erased all memory of them from the minds of the people they loved. But the rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. If he could learn to love another and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fall, the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
Madame Garderobe: Oh, I could sing / Of the pain these dark days bring / The spell we're under / Still it's the wonder of us / I sing of tonight...
Belle: [to the magic mirror] Show me the beast.
Beast: [breathing heavily] You came back.
Belle: Of course I came back. I'll never leave you again.
Beast: I believe it's my time to leave.
Belle: We're together now. It's gonna be fine.
Beast: At least I got to see you one last time.
[the last petal falls; the Beast dies]
Belle: No! Please, no.
Belle: Come back. Come back. Please, don't leave me. I love you.
Maurice: Belle, I thought I lost you.
Gaston: Belle. I heard you had trouble with the Headmaster. He never liked me either.
Madame Garderobe: [transforms back into human] Maestro!
Clothilde: [sings] I need six eggs, that's too expensive!
Maurice: No. I'm sure this is the way. Do you hear those wolves? That means we're getting very close to the castle.
Gaston: Look, enough is enough. We have to turn back.
[Gaston stops the cart]
Maurice: That's it. There it is.
[he snaps his finger]
Maurice: That's the tree. I'm sure of it.
[he gets off the cart]
Maurice: It-it was downed by lightening at the time. But now it's... resumed an upright position through some sort of... magic or other.
LeFou: [to Gaston] You really want to marry into this family?
Maurice: So that means that the... the castle is that - No. No, it's -
[motions falling tree with his arm]
Maurice: That way. Definitely that way.
Maurice: You know where we are, Philippe? Because I don't.